Her shape, so emblematic of her race,
Lends elegance to every room she graces,
Full wanton curves are emphasised by lace
Inviting watchers eye to hidden places.
A subtle look, perhaps an even stare
Brings hunger to so many watching faces
Male, female, either, both, she doesn’t care
Their lust seeps in and fills her empty spaces.
But somewhere in her memory there’s more
She knows that she’s been touched by angels’ laughter;
Quick stolen glimpses through a half closed door
An image of a prince’s only daughter.
Tonight, again, she has to earn her keep
By living others’ dreams instead of sleep.